Quasimodo: To Esmeralda

i look into your eyesand see the starsburning quietlyin a midnight skyand i am humbled.

what hope have ito rein a winged foaldancing on a distant cloudchasing the maiden moonas she scatters her delicate veilsof luminous duston the sleeping earth below.

what hope have idisfigured and alonewho cannot speakand dare not feelyou will not hear the silent voicethat clamors in a trembling heartyou will not see the manimprisoned by the shackles of his soulyou will not knowme.